Christian Poetry for the 21st Century

I wrote this poem as my first year of Harvard was drawing to a close two years ago.

A couple of months ago a great friend of mine shared some of my poems with his girlfriend. He kept this a secret, and I only found out this past weekend when he told me his girlfriend had actually put several of the poems to sketch form.

Tuesday night he promised to email one of them to me, and so he has.

Below you see the result of what I believe is a marvelous rendition and translation of the original idea.

As he came into the bunker,
the night in which he died,
Hitler walked into his foyer,
to think about his life.

And pondering the world he made,
the war, the camps, the Jews,
the bureaucrats handing down fate
to the weak and the few,
he brought the pistol to his head,
as cyanide he did taste,
and in a chuckle, he was dead –
with a smile on his face.